Thursday, February 27, 2020

A Little Something

mood like the clouds passing
heavy like the groceries
light like the song in my ear
worried about
paralysis vs.
ability to execute 
want to daydream 
with words and music forever
but the course catalogue
volunteer application 
wind chimes 
seven inch
Mom family 
art show
Dad family 
work schedule 
my hero in wonderful clothes
passing me by
clouds moving
I’d like to

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

deep breaths etc 1

doing everything fast except
what I'm being fast for
wasting mania on texting
falling, opening

a whole night's sleep as one piece of the puzzle
one place I've been
one cocoon in chrysalis

spiritual blazer

flirting with alcoholism
like a grown up
spinning my wheels

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

late to jail

woke up every hour still having not made it to jail
my probation was familiar 
like blank paper and color pencils 
looking for a ride there

yeah i was thinking of a metal rail 
screwed in tight with the anchors & everything
we were just awake i guess and 
i saw this rail as the other thing
the other thing that I thought was lost but
its the cake and eating a pocket
cut from my pants

Monday, February 24, 2020

Saturday, February 22, 2020

the time he said
you should always have a secret plan
just play dead 
they can’t kill you if you’re already dead
disappearing in his bedroom

Mom is loose in the desert
with the rabbits coyotes and roadrunners
vision of her driving till she runs out of gas
astral projecting beyond the landscape

General Issue

little mouths floating
saying some shit
more us than me
see it from all sides

let me be your chauffeur 
or a singing nurse
I wanna be dependable
in this small town

counting my friends/blessings
let me be real/sentimental

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

loving vs. needing

a classic q
let it be unconditional
let it be free

find out

waiting by the train station
in the dark car like a private eye
two tall buildings in my view
on one building’s LED screen the time ticks by
- - - - -7:57 pm - - - - - - - - - 7:58 pm - - - -
the other building spells out L O V E
then shows flashing concentric hearts
I feel the way months flatten
not that serious at all

I keep thinking about the
corny prescription from JJ
love is a revolution
an initiation
the only thing worth decorating
yourself and the world with
love needs action
it starves on words alone

Auntie calls flustered about Mom
but expresses zero opinion
I’m missing information
gaps in my ability to understand
loyalty, denial, protection
or is it just love?
is it just family?
I’m so far away
the outsider

Mom says
Do NOT call my family 
acting like a teenager
going home to her mom
locking herself in the bathroom
yelling till she is horse

Auntie says
You’re welcome!!Spoke with my 
mom this morning and she was calm 
and collected.  She baked a cake and 
was wondering through the garden. 
Mom said she was really angry and 
upset last night. Mom just listen 
and let her vent.

My mom? Your mom?
My family? Your family?
Mom Mom Mom Mom
baking a cake
wondering through the garden

my big rose

Tuesday, February 18, 2020


oolong tea plus coconut milk from a can and wildflower honey
sitting at the table in the window


sleeping drinking dying
dis-articulating the cranium
the only rule is
do it
finally awake
after 400 years
be disciplined even about
indulging your vices
cos tomorrow is yesterday

Monday, February 17, 2020

weekend like

the fam in town for chunks
of stress the yellow lines
dividing the road all day
the lack of words like a
lemon wedge
the conflict
taped shut
the conflict
cracked open
the conflict when I cry

the smog like cereal milk and
mom wants to move here
through the tinted window
she waves with both hands

Sunday, February 16, 2020


Mom says she is pregnant
my eyes roll up into infinity
it’s always a son


a decade of the truest friend
I remember when we were 16

the day we sat on the bridge over the river
we agreed that drawing was being
and you didn’t need a thesis

Saturday, February 15, 2020


forever 21 esque edm in the lyft
feels like eating a graham cracker


FT reports on Biden’s Wall St donors
having a “sinking feeling”

my dog’s yellow eyes

I debate catching the bus up to money town
to be with Celery Crunch J Boots Lala
but it’s always the coldest day of the year there

Stanley Cntd.

the windows opposing ours light up at 3am
voices echo in the alley

oh you’re trying to keep your property clean?
you can keep it
you can keep it, I’m going home
I pay rent around the corner 
I’m going home
you can KEEP your property
and have a nice day
you can keep your property clean
have a nice day
as for me I sweep up
you can keep it

Stanley’s voice sounds different at night
deeper, a little screwed up

Friday, February 14, 2020

book town apple coffee

feeling seen and seeing
also seeing through  
and in between, etc
so no facade 
means all facade

am I talking about windows
not sure

and then the mysterious way
clouds hang out in the park
stuck in the trees
shocks me
knowing 100% fantasy
is reality  

warm light from tall windows 
some professor’s home study
every square foot of the walls lined with books

god I love 
to be at my desk 

then more people silhouetted in more windows
I think about the Brian De Palma movies I've seen 

some people keep
their egos in their shirt pockets
always just at hand
easy as an apple

the boss sticks his foot
in the tiny trashcan to compact it 
I say
I don’t think you can fit in there 

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Diamond Princess

all the little quarantined cruise ships
circling the globe

jingle jangle
disco blasting
thinking about
driving off the pier

the movement is beautiful
fuck everyone in our way

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Letter OG Devil Letter Angel Remix


full body theme

love in opposing corners
a traffic circle
Nora's fancy earring
pacing around/you’re loving me
eating off the wooden spoon because
I'm grown and the huge
moon tonight

my phone lighting up inside 
the glove compartment while
I'm Inside writing from paint chips
Curiosity, Untamed, Liquid Gold
B actually smelling them for her poem 
like a McDonald's bathroom she says
they all sound like nothing though
my back falling down

out of love?
in the nook w/ the music
to fall in love and stay in it
love/bread medievally basic
fundamentally speaking the crack 
there has me loose seeking a unique 
not-ok, for the in between, she wrote
to all of us and probably the person behind me

Sunday, February 9, 2020


I was holding a piece of paper to my ear
with your name on it
talking into it
wondering how I was going to
delete the evidence of the call

pacing the sidewalk
you're saying all this stuff!
a sun shower
a heist, an earthquake
the shiny people becoming otherwise
saw your smile in a room
my paper was gone &
it wasn't even you

Saturday, February 8, 2020

More Than A Woman

sunset the same colors as
The Ultimate Bee Gees album art

rest then

(1/5) Writing this early. I'm up to
see dawn in Santa Fe. I tried as b

(2/5) est I could. I'm extra tired
now. Not finding understanding,

(4/5) Don't panic, Livia. (i named you).
I'm okay.
Just sad & tir

(3/5) ept in strangers. It's tough
out here.
My phone's losing charge.

(5/5) ed đŸ˜»


the moon on the roof
falling right into my eye
a diamond that’s piercing

fake sunflowers icy wind
the city is a picnic
its wide open boulevards

Friday, February 7, 2020

Dust Bunny

a bald techno dome
Disney owns the whole shitload now
generic 80s actors
close encounters to the third power

left hand

the whole pretty hand thing

unafraid to put glitter
in the tub tonight
to consider why not
bad like you got it
considering appendicitis

woke up laughing though

from all the falling
the debris of an open mouth
silence/ weak with duration

Thursday, February 6, 2020


a snake slipping out of its skin
I wonder if it feels bad or good

Wednesday, February 5, 2020


to be a figment
when I was 15 in his bedroom


scavenger hunt
where the prize is
pockets of garbage
plastic cups paper
napkins up stairs down
crates dust
gallons where’s
the switch
eyes stuck on
faucet setting
sky on overcast
body on shiver
sun on set setting
brain on nowhere 
heart on cracked

Tuesday, February 4, 2020


I dream a man cracked his skull in pieces
and had to gather his thoughts in the park

some kind of fucked up spell
by an aspiring cult leader

wake up to the “trouble in Iowa”
the dodo, the mouse, the eaglet, etc.

everyone gets a prize, gives a speech
the vote counting app made by “Shadow Inc.”

Saturday, February 1, 2020


Stanley's trail of ripped paper
pasted to the sidewalk by the rain

when the teacher asks us how we feel
on a very physical plane
I don’t

laying down
allow the slight curve in your low back
so a tiny trail of ants could crawl under you

this doing nothing
is who we really are

Friday, January 31, 2020

the show

way up on Kensington Ave
driving southwest right into the sun
a man walking his bike up the sidewalk
stops, leans on it
nodding out
pull over to check on him
he speaks like a sleepy puppy
I'm ok, I appreciate it
drive safe now 
he's right
it's wild up here
people shaking on every corner
making wonky maneuvers
toon town
the painted signs are too beautiful
I buy some wine for Samantha & Sam up on Fox Ave
look at a rhinestone belt in "Got the Look"
on the way home
60 mph on Lincoln Drive
drive past my block
looking for a river view
nothing but run down
cul-de-sacs in the way
back and forth over
Grey's Ferry bridge
to catch the glimmer

Thursday, January 30, 2020


a wakeboarding competition was held 
on the Schuylkill after a rainstorm
he thought it was funny because
it was sponsored by Yoo-hoo
and the river was brown
like chocolate milk

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

name game

we can name the shapes
bat their sounds around

while in the chrysalis a caterpillar
becomes almost entirely liquid
before reconstituting into a butterfly

how does nothing know
to keep being something?

also butterflies remember things
that happened to them from before
they morph, despite their tiny brains
disappearing almost completely

does it matter what you call God?
is it all just carbon playing games?

language also knows
to keep being something
slipping like the Schulykill

is a name a fate?

so many lbs

sitting for a day
breaking for menial tasks
I contemplate the word you
I can't eat but I do
you, could be a knife
a handbasket
a carrier bag 
fiction, the first tool
was more like a net
than a weapon
and I know it
by the weight
of my heart

and today 3

at least my art is in some Venn diagram 
sitting by the window/stewing 
the day is a phone and I'm full
of soggy blank envelopes
I was not hoping for

^ emerging as extraneous display stuff
at least--

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

fun pattern

finally call Mom
to see how it’s all
suspended shapes
still here, together
caught in a web
I don’t get to choose
the same but different
this time around
softer and older
this time
she knows I know
she’s actually past “that cliff”
even though she says she’s
“pulled herself off it”
I’m a little hoarse but listen
baby, listen
I’m ok
my stomach hurts
and it’s fine
I hold the shapes at arms length
they jangle
like a wind chime

and today 2

I’m cooling down
time be like that
getting older too
I know it while
washing my face 
for once
life is a turn off
or life is a blip
in eternity 
so I squash shame
like a grape under my tailbone 

Monday, January 27, 2020

and today

it's like half of my face wants to cry
and the other half is thinking about why
and the back of my head how
and that was earlier before
knowing what I knew

baby food experience in the car
all the ounces dripping at the
red light trying to write --

how it would feel to be free
its when i hear the bird songs
before putting in the headphones
i'm 5 again/it was all birds

how it would feel to be free
singing/making a painting
of singing the prettiest thing

Sunday, January 26, 2020


woke up feeling creepy
my curtains at half staff
when the helicopter crashed
found out he's been with that
girl from work all week and
I'm sick w/ feelings up to my
throat like a jello nothing
I'm so hurt its uninteresting
all week knowing like low tide
the air is so polluted its gray


I've been asking everyone
for about a decade now
if they can think of an adjective
that means "having the effects
of an optical illusion" that isn't
just "trippy" or "illusory" because
those both mean something else
"vibratory" doesn't work either
there should be a word, one word
so you don't have to say
the whole drawn out sentence
"it is like an optical illusion" or
"it is producing an optical effect"
it probably exists in a another

Saturday, January 25, 2020


received 2lbs of
my own beeswax
in the mail
list not checking itself off
fast enough
the sun breaks through the clouds
just as the beat comes in
then it sets and I don't get to choose
how I feel
longing to be
wherever the party is
in my heart
in my head

Thank You, Mary

a while ago

adding the mouth guard to my head 
was another thing too many despite 
grinding my teeth to the experience 
of a cold mushroom 
start contemplating the meaning 
of mental breakdown in the process 
i see metal parts and say now
you are breathing in and now
you are breathing out 

Friday, January 24, 2020

the doomsday clock is at 100 seconds to midnight

here still
full of nothing to
say one thing one day
and something else
another I’m
a mess
connect and

Thursday, January 23, 2020

new dream or hell induced wonder

the wedding of my own
(I call him) husband
to another
one of those big ones
in small town Connecticut
I knew the bride to be vaguely
I knew why we were in
Connecticut but did she?

some of us were given small notes
with scribbled speech prompts
why do you think me and ****
should keep sleeping together?
that's mine?
what I came up with was
I can't talk, or I'll cry 

there was a breakdown/intermission
with strippers that was participatory
and revealed who was comfortable
with sex etc

I stepped outside,
into the dregs of a monsoon

I walked to a flower shop on the dock,
a man and his son

I walked into a hotel,
faceless people in the corner,
the way I curved around them

I walked too far down some carpeted stairs
and saw complete darkness

I turned back towards the wedding with
a waxing right to my pain
its shape revealed I thought
there's a lego vibe to the end of all this
I could have put some pieces together

**** **
to squeeze myself into the regular beginning of
what I thought was a dark morning but
the sun just hasn't found my window

Wednesday, January 22, 2020


harp is the instrument most like sunlight
also Bobby Valentino “Slow Down”

we talk about death while training the new girl
I say I'm "trying to think about it more"

rushing to be alone

generous with time cuz 
it’s not mine anyway when 
I imagine a friend telling another 
I'm dead in some hour I planned for
/hoarded in advance 

yes you can sleep in my bed all day
text me
do yoga in your leather belt
next to me

Tuesday, January 21, 2020


the medieval building on the waterfront
tall and looming
every square inch of its exterior
covered in seaweed
blowing in the wind shiny
I see from a bird’s eye view
people playing with nets
in the shallow water surrounding
sun ripples up to their calves


when they asked how long
I’ve been in this city
I realized I haven’t


I learned that those ubiquitous spiky balls
on the sidewalk are from Sweet Gum trees
so you can call them gum balls

tiny medieval weapons
“morning star”
is what that weapon is called

stress relieving and magical

a vein parallel to my bone
or what is that
center of the wrist

a bath in a big enough tub
one twinkling song
and I’m home

I sense some strands
have been stretched
tired, also death

living next to the train
for one night and
sleeping in the same room
as the baby 

it’s what I thought life would be
before I was born


My grandma my grandma
Mima! My grandma 
My grandma
My grandma my grandma
Mima! My grandma 
My grandma
My grandma my grandma
Mima! My grandma 
My grandma
My grandma my grandma
Mima! My grandma 
My grandma
My grandma my grandma
Mima! My grandma 
My grandma
My grandma my grandma
Mima! My grandma 
My grandma
My grandma my grandma
Mima! My grandma 
My grandma

Monday, January 20, 2020

Say it Straight (Livy I'm Here)

sad the first night
you could have done something

gone to the desert
the national park

problem is 
this feels like
the wrong search result
like a hard sheet of some
super obvious
shattering substance 

we just walked along the main road
winding, loud, with burs
the dogs paws bothered

we sang an entire musical
to be in song, walking, like
eating two right foods 
for good digestion
to eat for a fun time

not sure how to act hot
like the others in their 
pictures so 
I play easy
to be around


unexpected day off
to freak out
about everything
and do nothing


Friday, January 17, 2020

the same

curling a ribbon
deveining a shrimp

Wednesday, January 15, 2020



I watch as the woman
lifts her apple watch 
to the infant's face

nobody told the flowers to come up

you have to sprint towards your goals 
or inertia will crush you like a stone
it's all around us 
at the end of an 8.5 hour shift
you just have to pick yourself up
and keep throwing yourself at that wall
(pick a wall, any wall)
until it cracks
cos 9 times out of 10
you will bounce right off 
there's no silver bullet
for this thing
not in a poem 
not in a horoscope
I set a timer 


the person who stands outside the store 
asks me to buy her white vinegar
when I hand it to her she screws off the top
and starts drinking it like water


I'm here for you like 
the nightlight in the bathroom
when you stumble in

Sunday, January 12, 2020

intellectual birthday candle

when you try to make something that you pictured
and it turns out the materials on hand don't work at all
and you're right back where you started with a fantasy
less time and some wasteful scraps a sticky mess when
you try to make something and you realize you will
probably run out of materials and you're going to have
to spend money again when you try to make something
and are confronted by technical challenges harsh reality
impinges on the fantasy object when you try

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Consider Discipline (Again)

in the dumb cafe
I unwittingly
braid the potted fern
behind me
into my hair

I think capturing
slivers of her
shiny painted nails
in the scanner bed
when assembling
our reading packets
is part of our teacher's
artistic practice

the White House wants
to let many pipelines
and other major projects
go ahead without review

I wonder what's a choice
and what's a habit
I wonder what we all are
without each other

Wednesday, January 8, 2020


50 people die in stampede
at funeral procession of Soleimani
missiles fired at US base in Iraq
Iranian Americans detained for 11 hours
at US Canadian border
Australia in flames

Monday, January 6, 2020

dirt equation

family trees
should be upside down
given the old ones
are up there
or out there
we are the
roots more
down low and
I like the idea of
put in one nurse
 + one grandpa
get out one
put in mom
+ dad
get out two

walk sign is on to cross

following him on his trash route
long pause at the corner of Landsdowne 
and Baltimore 
diagonal sun
crosswalk chirping
there is quite a lot of litter
by the bus stop
I try to follow 
not too close
but I couldn’t be more conspicuous
funky skirt bold scarf
jangly accessories
dawdling as only 
a hipster can
what is a poem more than
hot pink plastic ribbon 
looped through a fence
a mennonite construction worker
with a bowl cut stares
    $ A STAR $
      SO MANY 
but the lights off
it's all closed on this Monday
Landshutdowne Ave
I lean on the parking meter
cars run over my tall
3 o'clock shadow
someone says shadow 
on a speakerphone call
I catch it through 
the open window 
of their car passing
    Jesus = the Light of
   the World Reflect 
          that Light! 
  Have a Blessed 2020
written in chalk by hand
the last half of the route 
is going east on Baltimore
towards the skyline like 
the Emerald City again
church bells for 3:30 pm
moon white 
on the center
of the blue sky
like a fruit sticker
layer upon layer 
of chipped&faded 
lavender paint on 
a metal pole
trophies in the 
window of a martial 
arts studio
I don't need much
all I ask is just
park me in the sun

Saturday, January 4, 2020

after jung tzu

the mirror in my bedroom
is an elegant forest
when I sit at my desk 
peripheral vision
on a frozen pond
trick butterfly
smokey glass eye
my bedroom mirror
is a free agent
ice fishing for a dull face
to stare into
a heavy sleeper
to fuck with

Friday, January 3, 2020

the elegant brain

nuzzle a beer to my cheek
wipe the toilet seat
Chaplin vs Keaton
avuncular vs patuncular
why not avauntular?
looking for a shiny surface
to make eye contact with
I'm always texting Mega Bed
but the friend of the friend
is apparently always secretly
recording audio with his phone

wet lights

babysit the
wet lights
on the rain walk
instead of all
the smart boys
who don’t even
need me

babysit the ice rink
babysit pearls
on the edge
of a feeling like
a lake

we’re all just skulls
waiting to happen
feel your eye sockets
see what I mean
do whatever
you want

Fat Stream / To Do

my list
is always long
so in the purgatory
of a sick day
do I do all or
do nothing?

it goes
and on
choose ice skating
or nursing school
tired of needing

listen to Key
by Meredith Monk
start to finish
like the answer is
in there somewhere
half medicine
half torture

my list is long
more money
do you have to
wrestle back
into yourself
all the time?

Tuesday, December 31, 2019


a waste of plastic
to bag up what
I'm over so
I rake it all
against the fence

this morning with
limon lays
the mountains
rat shit and the

the hot roofer
his neck tattoos

I bet you have
the nicest roof
in south central

I wrote out my dream
in big thick marker:

walking briskly to
a more perfect food
& scared someone
along the way

goals, perfection
amidst transition?

unapologize and

a little bit of everything everyday

   boy paws&
dog paws
at 3 am but I'ms
a college
figure who
I can only
by Instagram
 name now
    he gave me
a Super 8
my "work"
 I was

Monday, December 30, 2019

chapter called Church

people say they might Jewish this week
perhaps in solidarity with the stabbed—
negotiating this, the Hanukah 
party, the floorplan of the rabbi’s house

can I start off bouncy though
really easy on the surface
so it’s just like look over here
a fun keychain, a floor routine
ribbons glitter scarves chalk

I am moved by a caption
she's like 
I'm adding to the pile 
but wishing the kids could just 
be free
basically saying a moving
train but even that is
going somewhere

I won’t forget the train
from Paris to Berlin
I won’t forget how it
rehydrated Hebrew School
dropped fear back off
in my cave 

at the house I’m out 
of hammer and nails so
I sit still, I eat kind of
not to read but to know 
better the bible I get
mass selfies from my top
2 literally from mother 
and Mary

I turn it on and I can’t think 
I turn it off and I’m scared
to be alone without the music
that fills me with inspo but also
stops me like a drawn bath

they sing this song 
fill my cup, lord!
and then
the choir does the wine
pouring motion or
blood pouring

I can imagine you 
shutting my dusty zine
as if a heavy book with
fear on the church chapter

but grow up 
god is back
and pile theory
are some other
title options 


make a wish, make a joke

C and the W

the man in office
is a big distraction
I don't waste any breath on but
for 30 seconds I want to acknowledge
my deep disgust when he says “witch hunt” 
to decry any accusation
tell it to all the women 
that wasn’t a fluke
it never ended
he will always be the hunter
he has never known 
what it is to be hunted  

Sunday, December 29, 2019

ancient drunk or

from a padiddle
(I didn't know
this term
it means a
car with one
burnt out)
in the middle
of 95 south
at night

Friday, December 27, 2019

Parra Sonnet 1

I would prefer to die ahead of you
an interesting mess behind me something
like shouting just hang up, hang up and thrive
paranoid sitting next to your pencils

the trash can courtesy of a phony
pen-name considering where you’ve bounced to 
my poem on the coast on a wall on
1950’s Facebook, considering

the family that I am pre grieving
the mountain I came down with lord knowing
an amount of time handing off justice
or sitting on a fruit scale and thinking

about the pit of your lie and actually
I would prefer that you be first to die


eating seaweed snacks
with lipstick on at Penn station
green dust in the corners

Nothing Bundt Cakes 2

he got me a job at McDonald's
it was at the end of my grandma’s street 
in Santa Cruz 
it was the middle of the night but I walked over 
and made a Shirley Temple per someone’s order
using the many plastic packets provided 
which dosed out the grenadine and soda 
mixing the drink outside in the parking lot 
a cop sitting in his car behind tinted windows
listening to his dispatch radio 


to reclaim the idea that 
nothing is possible
that is poetry 
I baked a cake shaped like 
the queen of England’s crown
a duvet of jade colored marzipan spread
edges piped with edible metallic pearls  
it tasted like 
looking through the window of a moving train 
the sun rising over a frozen field
truly I baked a cake 
entirely out of 

the almost sleep
feeling of having
really big
far away
body parts 
that you might 
drive to

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

I’m Talking

the city vs the country 
vs the Amazon
East Coast vs West Coast
vs Milan, Italy
people in the Amazon
who hold your hand
and look into your eyes
to understand who you are
children who can’t learn 
because they only engage with
screens as babies
missing sensory information
and synapses
no real social skills
looking into the phone
the 17 sustainable development goals
we’re signed into agreement in 2015
but none are in effect
if they just did number 5
gender equality
how much would change 
it’s all about economics 
there is enough
it needs to be redistributed some ways...
but consumers are demanding
the electric car
capitalism is taking care of it 
I don’t want to talk about it
it’s unpleasant
not today
I just see his orange face in my mind
... diapers
the further I advanced in archeology
the fewer women there were around me
particularly on expeditions
I looked up and I was alone
this can’t be right 
there are so many women

Tuesday, December 24, 2019


babysitting at the weed 
I mean I went to the parking
lot is full at the store with
the babies in the shopping
cart in the rain and I went
to the weed store after
sativa is the mind right?
hemp papers cuz she
a hippie alone in my car
in the rain in LA agua
puddle agua dew 
agua sandbox agua
pink hangover tide 
me over with 7% thc 
until the movies until
god removes my
blocks in the closet

Monday, December 23, 2019

molto smart, such physician

we love to play
with our food and our words

the silver placemats
silver = argento

feeling medieval
with mi vino goblet 

tutti argento, snail tools
me and Coqui, devils 

Papa, quiet

I wonder if he is writing too

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Saturday, December 21, 2019


of course bleeding
like paw prints
in the toilet
dark iodine

there are so many types of shop
thick shining windows
hanging perfume

loosen up
in every language
become my mother
loud, stubborn

go work a real job 
then get back to me
good, glad he doesn’t
think what I do is real

stirring clams into pasta
their shells sound like rain
I giggle uncontrollably
devil horns

Twist 3

dtf who I wish I was
when you see me
it’s always the pants
an opaque leg
a departure from
the truth of my
body that gets me

meanwhile I was 
very prepared
for the climate protest
in which you had leadership
I thought I was waiting out
practice, the scaling
of the wall alongside
the mock freeway

suddenly I was alone

twist 1 is that I wasn’t
thinking outside the box
concerning my definition
of practice

twist 2 is no one does
think around
all the furniture
and traditions
the invisible fence
on the lawn of brain

all the groups like
rice patties 

all the crusty strangers
of adjacent scenes 

where? without me
I'm stuck but here
to wring poems 
for clean cloth

spread out

to blow seeds

group's origin 
in crop

Liminal Ladies

doused in the white fluorescence of the airport
I can see just how dirty all of my clothing is
how wintered and spotted my face
ragged and static my hair 

I daydream a very wealthy lady
who lives in the air always
only touching down for fuel and food
swaddled in white noise, cloud views 

painting her nails glossy red
watching The Big Sleep on tv
biggest bubbles in her champagne 
endless pasta alfredo

so I skip the automatic dryer
using my damp hands to pull
lint and dog hair 
from my sweater 

to be liminal forever, the ultimate luxury
I love this lonely lady
I see her in a white unitard, leg warmers
and camel colored cashmere

I stretch at the gate
clasp my hands behind my back
drop my head and roll it from shoulder to shoulder
lift each foot to stretch each hamstring

try to embody my lonely lady
I hope everyone thinks I’m Italian
or a ballerina
or an Italian ballerina

I align all eight of the silver hoops in my ears
adjust the bun at the nape of my neck
make sure my silver bracelets 
are glinting and exposed

touch everything in my “personal item”
apply the balm and the salve
take out the b&w checkered scarf
lovingly fold, reinsert

I buy a toothbrush and toothpaste
recycle the cardboard, trash the plastic 
make a plan to stay in the tiny bathroom 
and pamper myself, for a very long time